Write On

Dreams hold a great deal of power. In my dreams, I have    tumbled across      the universe. I have slept    on a star, its light somehow not keeping me awake. In my dreams, I have ruled entire kingdoms,    creating history with a gentle flick of a hand I have watched love blossom,    from its seed spitting forth unity and hope for a bright tomorrow. I have seen true joy    it is reflected most brightly in the face of a child,  their grin splitting the seams      of time and space. I have flown!  touched the clouds, released handfuls of raindrops     and whispers of wind. I have seen the mighty fall reduced to a pile of rubble     and little else. I have held a quivering hand while they lost   the last drop of life they had to live. I have lived through true joy and true sorrow. I have carried on.

It was unbelievably bright. Trapped in this room full of harsh, empty light. The distinct beeping of the machines surrounding me cut through the foggy buzzing in my head. My eyes felt so heavy, as I frantically glanced around, trying to remember where I was. As I tried to move my arms, I found myself strapped to a bed, unable to move. As I see the IV tube stuck in my arm, the blood rushes from my skin, my body turns a ghostly white. I panic, thrashing and fighting through the fog clouding my head. The beeping accelerates, as does my breathing, as fear pulses through my veins. I hear a door slide open, and the soft, gentle voice of a woman- “Casey? Casey? Casey it’s Dr. June. I need you to try and be still okay? I don’t want to give you anything else, I need you awake!” Dr. June’s kind eyes meet mine, and I do my best to settle my breathing to a natural pace. I flex my hands, feel my fingernails dig into my palms. “Casey? Who’s Casey?” I frantically ask Dr. June, and her eyes wi...

  Four years in the past, confidence was only a wisp in my consciousness. Standing tall on my own was an unfathomable concept. The mere suggestion that I would someday become my own full-grown person seemed irrelevant. Life has always proved to me it can change in an instant. When I thought, at seven years old, I had secured the spot as the youngest child, a new sister appeared in the room next to mine. When I was thanking God for all the family I had been blessed with, I lost two grandparents I had loved with all of my heart. As time soldiered on, I endured countless angry stares from a teenage sister while the other gave me nothing but smiles between the giggles. Of all the times throughout my short eighteen years, high school has proved to me that memories are made as quickly as people are lost. The important thing to remember is how many memories you can stand to lose. My mother has always said time will move faster when you aren’t looking. You can’t help but wonde...

I Have Stolen I have stolen the book that was shelved in the bookcase which you may have been given years ago Forgive me it was a beautiful hopeless story it belonged with me I have stolen this poem that was waiting in your pen which seemed meant for someone waiting for you Forgive me they would’ve been lovely words had they not come from me

Love is Restless (Edna St. Vincent Millay Imitation) Love is restless: it is sometimes afraid   fidgeting in high chairs, tapping fingers; rolling in beads from foreheads, craving shade It does not breathe and in fear it lingers Love catches in throats, choking those it needs, startled by a lonely desperation. It has the tendency to just misread and develop a hopeless fixation. And when the time does come for love to end it is faced with the things it can’t bear face Love was never meant to be your one friend it is forced to vanish without a trace. I wish Love was patient, wish it was kind I wish you and I could be of one mind.

close at heart there is more i want for me and you        need more, i see please help me find my peace       Find out where i meant to be i hear it in your speech     wishing it was ours i see you in my dreams dancing by the stars        i keep you close to me so i can hear your heart hold your hand in mine to keep us from being pulled apart